By
Susan A. Rice
Copyright © October 14, 2001 Susan A. Rice
All Rights Reserved
Come here child and listen to my tale
I'll sit on the stool, and you on that pale.
This is a story about the best of friends
I'll tell you the story that never ever ends.
It is a timeless piece for all to see
About two spirits that needed to be free.
It started many long years ago
How many exactly, none will ever know,
But it is still an interesting yarn to tell,
The hawk and the jaguar. Yes, I know it well.
The jaguar was black as a moonless night.
The hawk would soar in effortless flight.
While one ran on pads so soft
The other used wings to stay aloft
Together they would dance and play
Enjoying each other's company every day.
Sometimes the two did not see eye to eye
Often shake heads and breathing a sigh
Yet deep down a secret known by the two
That friendships like these were few.
Not always understanding why something is done
Never diminished their love or their fun.
Because both knew a simple fact
It was all in the differences of how they act
One was a bird and the other a cat
They could never dispute that.
Though many things were the same
Other traits none would tame
But that was the most important thing
It enables both souls to sing
So you see child in this pair
Is the greatest love that two can share
And while on the outside differences exist
All of that would fade with the mist
As the two would travel side by side
Facing each experience in stride.
And as they journeyed through that life
They over came many days of strife
In the end, always stronger than before
Fighting together, beak and claw.
Spending time together and apart
Knowing the love within each other's heart
Ananda